100 VINYLZ: #95 - There's a Riot Goin' On LP by Sly & The Family Stone

(1971, Epic Records)
You know, when I started this shit, I was gonna do a piece of vinyl a day, and time it to end the same day of the Presidential Election, but I got all bored with it. I read a couple issues of Waxpoetics and thought, "Yeah, I should kick start this." But I was jotting down notes on the list (which is completed, just unwritten about), but that shit's stupid. I hate the fucking internet, and nobody's paying me to do this shit, and not too many people read this shit anyways. So fuck it.
It seems timely to have this album up during the bullshit Democrat Convention where people are getting all Obama-crazy like that slut on the youtubes, thinking that pushing a fucking button run by the government is gonna change their life. Fuck y'all.
And I will be straight up honest about this album... I just got it on vinyl a few years ago. But back when I was a country assed basketball-loving whiteboy in Meherrin, Virginia, I tore up the Snapper dropping the deck as low as it would go to kill the grass by my basketball goal, and I would shoot the hoops by myself all fucking day long. Two tapes were my soundtrack - Freaky Styley by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and this tape by Sly & the Family Stone. Obviously, I was a funky ass little kid. Back then, we didn't have internets, so to steal music what you would do is make up fake names and order from Columbia House or BMG, and get your music collection expanded. That's how I got this one. My dad loved it too, when he and my mom split up and me and him lived in a trailer down the road, this tape was in heavy rotation when he'd be all stoned and pretending to be a radio DJ all Saturday morning.
I love the fact that Sly Stone was dead to everybody all those years, then he jumped out at that Grammy's thing, played real quick like an old crackhead with a mohawk, then left early before their performance was over, and is gone again. Sly Stone knew what was up when he made this record - we are living in a soulless piece of shit world run by soulless piece of shit people. If he came out of obscurity, all that would mean is material products, glossy magazine PR campaigns, and all for nothing since the internet steals everything. Props to Sly Stone and props to this album, the greatest funk album ever. I have been doing homemade mixtapes in the camper, and I might just straight up jack the hole "Africa Talks to You 'The Asphalt Jungle'" song and rhyme straight over top of it, because that is almost 9 minutes of great fucking shit right there. I wish my dad was still alive to sit here and get high with me and listen to it and laugh at how fucking gay the internet is.